Though I say “yes I see”, no I really don't see (is my smiley face still on?): beer (brewing and drinking), camping, eating, hugging trees, kiting, fishing, ironing, hiking, geocaching and munzing, painting (oils, emulsion and gloss), ranting, recording history as I see it. Days with family, days with friends, days with granddogs. Always an opinion (always wrong), and rarely a dull moment. Welcome to my world... remember - history is written by those who make the effort to write it.

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7 September 2104 (Sunday) - Lulworth

A reasonable night's
sleep at the Florian Guest House in Weymouth; even if the seagulls
were a tad noisy at times. I suppose it's my own fault for not
thinking to close the window I opened yesterday evening.

Brekkie was particularly
good; marred only by Radio 2's Sunday morning religion show which I
felt was rather too much forcing Christianity onto the masses. Mind
you I did feel for one sad act who had emailed the presented to say
that today was her birthday and she was up before 9am on a Sunday
preparing the vegetables for the family's dinner. Bless her; if
that's what she does as a birthday treat I dread to wonder what
happens on dull days.

With brekkie scoffed we
set off to nearby Lulworth where we did the touristy things. Having
parked up we walked UP the coastal path to Durdle Door. We enjoyed
the views, had an ice cream, and made our way to Lulworth Cove. We
walked around and about. "er indoors TM"
admired the scenery. I admired the bikini-clad lesbians who were
snogging. Whilst "er indoors TM"
had a paddle I scrambled up to the far end of the cove to get some
more photos. As I scrambled I was startled by a lizard. And another.
There were several; including one which was probably the largest
lizard I've seen wild in the UK; he was easily eight inches long.

From Lulworrth Cove we
drove round to Lulworth Castle which was a tad dull. From there we
found something rather amazing. Tyneham Village was once hoe to a
thriving community of over two hundred people. In 1943 the entire
place was evacuated for secret military reasons. The locals were told
they could go back after the war. They didn't, and now the place is
something of a ghost town.

We spent rather longer at
Tyneham than we had planned, and by the time we'd got stuck in
traffic jams near Southampton we didn't get home till nearly 10pm.

I spent a few minutes
uploading a
photo or two of the day, and then it was bed time... I've got to
go back to work tomorrow...